[ It was a habit as ordinary as breathing by this point -- pulling out a phone, popping in some ear buds and having music at ones disposal. But something happens when Jaskier draws near, wonder and awe written visibly in the muscles of his face.
Tech regards him with the same sort of awe before his eyes veer to his jaw and then to the furthest wall. He's lived a very jaded life where he's forgotten how novel and wonderful technology truly is -- how much it's changed lives and bridged gaps. This music seems to be a balm to soothe Jaskier's weary spirit. Look at the life that's come back into him. Listen to that lullaby of a hum infusing the background piano with real life warmth. Technology did this. Tech did this. Only someone deprived of inventions could help Tech see that again.
There will come a time when Jaskier, too, adjusts to modern conveniences and never again marvels at gadgets the way he first had. But Tech will never forget the way Jaskier was drawn in like a siren's call to the pianist in the palm of his hand. That is what he exists for. His whole reason for being.
Tech looks up again as Jaskier parts, puts distance between them with a pace and a hum. A pre-show routine, ramping up to the full performance. When the notes flow from his lungs, painting not only a story but an admiration and adoration...it's Tech's turn to be captivated. It's not a surprise that Jaskier can carry a tune, nor is it entirely unexpected to hear the power of his voice -- but it's the way he uses it. An artist with passion singing about something true. Well, it could be embellished for all Tech knows, but in the moment, he believes it. In the moment, he's invested in this story put to melody put to raw emotion -- a symphony in one man's voice.
When it's over, Tech doesn't know what to say. In real life you can't just hit the refresh button and relive an experience. He exhales audibly and regains his composure because when one is a god, they can't just go around getting smitten by humans. Geesh. ]
Well, that...
[ He, unlike Jaskier, does not have a talent for words. And even having access to a thesaurus in his mind doesn't give him the right words to describe this whole experience. ]
...was well-done. Bravo.
[ A clap of his hands. ]
You are going to carve out quite the niche here in hell.
[ He flashes a quick blink and you'll miss it sort of smile -- born more out of his need to tone down how much Jaskier's song moved him. ]
I mean, as far as bard experiences go, that was a ten outta ten. If I do meet another one, I'll let them know they got some pretty stiff competition on their hands.
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Tech regards him with the same sort of awe before his eyes veer to his jaw and then to the furthest wall. He's lived a very jaded life where he's forgotten how novel and wonderful technology truly is -- how much it's changed lives and bridged gaps. This music seems to be a balm to soothe Jaskier's weary spirit. Look at the life that's come back into him. Listen to that lullaby of a hum infusing the background piano with real life warmth. Technology did this. Tech did this. Only someone deprived of inventions could help Tech see that again.
There will come a time when Jaskier, too, adjusts to modern conveniences and never again marvels at gadgets the way he first had. But Tech will never forget the way Jaskier was drawn in like a siren's call to the pianist in the palm of his hand. That is what he exists for. His whole reason for being.
Tech looks up again as Jaskier parts, puts distance between them with a pace and a hum. A pre-show routine, ramping up to the full performance. When the notes flow from his lungs, painting not only a story but an admiration and adoration...it's Tech's turn to be captivated. It's not a surprise that Jaskier can carry a tune, nor is it entirely unexpected to hear the power of his voice -- but it's the way he uses it. An artist with passion singing about something true. Well, it could be embellished for all Tech knows, but in the moment, he believes it. In the moment, he's invested in this story put to melody put to raw emotion -- a symphony in one man's voice.
When it's over, Tech doesn't know what to say. In real life you can't just hit the refresh button and relive an experience. He exhales audibly and regains his composure because when one is a god, they can't just go around getting smitten by humans. Geesh. ]
Well, that...
[ He, unlike Jaskier, does not have a talent for words. And even having access to a thesaurus in his mind doesn't give him the right words to describe this whole experience. ]
...was well-done. Bravo.
[ A clap of his hands. ]
You are going to carve out quite the niche here in hell.
[ He flashes a quick blink and you'll miss it sort of smile -- born more out of his need to tone down how much Jaskier's song moved him. ]
I mean, as far as bard experiences go, that was a ten outta ten. If I do meet another one, I'll let them know they got some pretty stiff competition on their hands.